Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

615

Amanda Mountains, July.

The sound of explosions stirred up people's screams, and the sound of artillery and gunfire echoed over the mountain towns.

The sky was filled with the light of dawn that seemed to never dissipate, and the peaceful city where ascetics gathered in the past was swept away by fire and disaster.

I don't know how long this war has been going on.

After five full days of fighting, Fusac's Second Army finally tore a hole in the defense. Ammunition and artillery rained down on the ground without reservation, causing this peaceful town to instantly collapse in the flames of war.

The second hiding place was discovered, and the gate and the mysterious academic formula above were cut off with a heavy sword. Panic became the last straw that crushed the small town. The people in the shelter began to cry and scream crazily, praying to God for mercy and blessings. People pushed and shoved randomly, hoping to open some hidden passage in the shelter. But most of them are ordinary people, and the occasional extraordinary person will be hit immediately. They fight on their own, and in the chaotic situation, they just push others into the enemy's blade.

In the shadow of blood and fire, they are more pious than ever in their lives.

But such piety could not be exchanged for anything in the chaotic war. Fusac's soldiers cleaned up the place mercilessly. The small shelter turned into a slaughterhouse for catching turtles in the jar, and the living people were killed by the light of the morning sun. Chopped to pieces, the blood made the ground slippery.

A few minutes later, this efficient massacre came to an end. Fusac's warriors began to clean up the battlefield, removing valuable jewelry and brooches from the broken limbs, putting them into prepared small pockets, and waiting for the extraordinary properties. Precipitate.

A soldier reached out and pushed away the movable visor, revealing a young face.

He took a deep breath of the bloody air, and then quickly began to fan himself in front of his face with his hands.

Only then did he remember what he had chopped off casually and what the gun in his hand had hit. Those people who were still screaming and crying just a few moments ago had turned into warm pieces. Falling at his feet. In a daze, he felt as if he had arrived at the temple that was forever frozen at dusk, where the heroic spirits fought and died day after day, and were reborn the next day, fighting like this forever, fighting with the heroes in history. The heroes hone their martial arts skills together, waiting for the day when they will go to war with the great God of War.

The sacred temple seems not to be in heaven, but on earth.

Colleagues were rummaging through the corpses for valuable items. The neck wearing the necklace was cut off, the finger wearing the ring was cut open, and the low laughter of colleagues and the sound of machetes chopping bones and meat in the meat market could be heard.

"Hey, Arnold!"

He was a butcher's child, and there was nothing he couldn't accept. But he was lost in thought and asked his boss to call twice before he came back to his senses.

The boss handed him a pack of powder and a barrel of oil:

"Go take care of this."

"Yes, sir."

The smell of blood and undead will attract the hyenas of the Church of the Night, and even increase their combat power. Warriors are not good at dealing with spirits, so it is best to simply burn the remaining spirits and corpses together.

Arnold nodded. He poured the powder into the oil, mixed it, and walked back and forth across the shelter, drawing a continuous line.

The oil fell on the faces of those whose eyes were open or closed, like insects trapped in amber.

After he spread the oil all over the shelter, the others were packed up and ready to move on. When Arnold returned to the team, he saw the brown-haired chief of staff reaching out and popping out a spark. The spiritual flame the size of a fingernail landed at the end of the oil stain.

The underground shelter suddenly burst into flames, devouring the bodies and everything that had happened here.

Arnold looked back at the curled limbs that were burning rapidly in the flames, and then continued to move forward with the troops.

As he walked, he suddenly remembered something - one night when he was on guard, he seemed to hear the big shots discussing that since the Amanda Mountains could not be conquered for a long time, a new route should be opened, and it seemed that they were going to use the military factory. The airship has been prepared for a long time.

The footsteps of the soldiers gradually moved away, leaving behind dense red footprints.

The thing of "hiding in the corpse and waiting for the enemy to leave before crawling out and escaping" did not happen. The corpse was still a corpse, lying there quietly, burning quietly. Hunters and warriors would not let go of a single breath or heartbeat. Voice.

…

"The Fusac people are coming from the side!"

"Fanxing Town was destroyed in the impact!"

"Bishop! Your Excellency, Bishop! They don't seem to have a demigod to lead them. We must act as soon as possible before they expand the scope of their invasion!"

There were constant explosions in his ears, and the archbishop, who was wearing a priest's robe embroidered with stars and red moons, was already an old man over sixty years old. But he has the long lifespan and strong vitality of a demigod, and he will not really make mistakes in decision-making because of his old age.

As a highly respected saint, standing here in this church that has been transformed into a temporary hospital gives everyone a backbone. After the brief noise and panic, the church gradually became quiet again. He slowly and carefully helped an injured civilian bandage his knife wound, gently patted the orphaned baby in his arms, and then stood up with a completely different majesty than before:

"How is the evacuation situation in Serenity City?"

In front of him, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood up and rubbed his red-gloved hands against each other. This action seemed to inject some courage and stability into the red-gloved man.

"The population in the City of Tranquility has been evacuated, but the military does not have free trains to take everyone back to the mainland. More than half of the residents are still stranded here, wandering in other nearby cities, and Fanxing Town is one of them. .”

The captain of the Red Gloves team said calmly, and there was a dead silence in the church. Only the heavy breathing of the wounded could be heard.

The City of Tranquility got its name from the fact that it is adjacent to the "Tranquility Church", the headquarters of the Church of the Night. It is cold all year round, supplies are not abundant, and life is very poor, but the people living in the city are satisfied with it. This is a city-state where ascetics and devout people gathered spontaneously to develop. Since the beginning of the Fifth Age when the Church of Tranquility was located here, the City of Tranquility has a traceable history.

The population of the City of Tranquility is not that large, probably only one-tenth of Backlund's or even less. But if there are large-scale casualties among the people here, what is more important than the disaster is the crisis of faith.

Once the City of Tranquility is lost, the Church of the Night will face the most serious crisis of faith in its history.

"Where is His Majesty the Pope?"

The child in his arms slept soundly. The gray-haired archbishop cast a peaceful dream in the church and asked in a low voice.

"His Majesty the Pope is still at odds with the Patriarch of the Church of the God of War." If the two angels on earth intervened, mortals like them would have to withdraw from the battlefield of myths. The captain of the red gloves team licked his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty the Archbishop, we are closest to Fanxing Town. We can annihilate them all here before the Second Legion completely invades from this gap!"

"How many people did they get in?"

The captain of the Red Gloves squad beamed with joy: "The vanguard force has a total number of about thirty people. The leader seems to be a mid-sequence warrior. There are only about ten Beyonders in the squad."

The archbishop's dark blue eyes closed, and he sighed: "Vincent, among the vanguard of more than twenty people, and half of the Beyonders, there must be a high-sequence 'Hunter' path hidden in them. I think. To deal with such a force, we must seek help from the Templar."

Vincent's expression suddenly changed:

"But, Your Excellency the Archbishop, the Holy Church..."

The church is now busy dealing with the higher-ups of the God of War Church on the main battlefield. The plains in front of the Amanda Mountains have become a meat grinder, and the winding trenches are like blood vessels overflowing with the blood of the enemy and themselves. The war situation is at a stalemate, and Fusac's army is spreading rumors of royal scandals to shake people's hearts. All the effective forces are on standby on the frontal battlefield. Will there still be a chance to take care of the safety of the small cities on the flanks?

not to mention……

Even the archbishop received orders to go to more dangerous battlefields...

Vincent's Adam's apple rolled. He was also an extraordinary person who grew up in this small town. When he could remember, the Archbishop had already come to this church. The Archbishop is as eternal as the stars and the moon in the Holy Scriptures. He is an irreplaceable pillar for Moon Town. If the archbishop really leaves here, this small town will probably panic and collapse itself soon.

God.

Vincent couldn't help but pray in his heart, God, save us...save your believers!

The Archbishop gently shook his arms, patting the sleeping baby's swaddling clothes with his generous hands. He watched the child's parents grow up, come together under the gaze of the goddess, and then die in the war.

The child slept peacefully in the arms of an old man like his grandfather, with a cute smile on his face.

"Vincent, where are your team members now?"

The restless squad leader quickly raised his head when his name was called. When his eyes were in contact with the archbishop's eyes as deep as the night sky, he gradually calmed down and said calmly: "Anne is treating the wounded in the hospital and mobilizing women to sew clothes and prepare food for the soldiers on the front line. Mason is here Assist in holding prayers and requiem ceremonies in churches in surrounding cities, and help fend off deserters from around..."

The archbishop listened to these reports with a smile and nodded to Vincent:

"It is estimated that the help from the Holy Church will have to wait for a while. I am going to stop the vanguard force from moving forward first."

"Now, there is still an hour before dark, you can consider..."

"I do! Your Excellency, Archbishop, I do!"

Vincent spoke immediately. He lit up the red moon on his chest with a smile on his face, as if all the gloom had been swept away: "Your Excellency, the Archbishop, I am willing to fight with you and praise the goddess!"

But at this moment, he was determined to die and was ready to sacrifice his life for the people of Moon Town - this was his belief, the oath he made under the eyes of the goddess, and now he finally has the means to practice it. Chance. Vincent was excited about the upcoming sacrifice, but also vaguely fearful and regretful.

"Vincent, I remember you haven't got a family yet, right?"

Vincent, who was immersed in his own world, suddenly came to his senses. He rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Yes, yes, after my fiancée was involved in an extraordinary incident and died accidentally... I swore, I will always be with her..."

"Then just adopt this child."

"She is your friend's child, and they will definitely trust you to raise her."

The archbishop took two steps forward and handed the dark swaddling clothes to Vincent. The child inside was sleeping soundly with his fingers in his mouth.

Vincent was stunned for a few seconds, and he suddenly understood. He took the heavy swaddling clothes with a different mood, and his eyes were a little sour.

"I will, Your Majesty the Archbishop."

When he raised his head again, his eyes were firmer.

616

The war was raging on the edge of the national border, but it had not directly affected the life of Backlund's upper class.

7:30 pm, 39 Burklund Street, Senator Macht’s house.

Klein, who was wearing a tuxedo, stepped out of the carriage and buttoned his clothes. Under the light of the fountain, he entered the foyer and saw Maury Macht, who was wearing an olive green military uniform, an orange ribbon, and a battle medal.

Considering the ongoing war, Klein couldn't help but think a little - if the war situation continues to deteriorate, will Senator Macht and the retired officers in the club who have won meritorious service in East Balam return to the army?

After briefly greeting Mrs. Liana, Klein looked at Representative Macht.

Councilor Macht believes that Dwayne Dantès, who was able to successfully reach the Southern Continent and return intact, has energy beyond his imagination in the Southern Continent, and it is worth risking the dislike of some nobles to insist on befriending him. This is also the current consensus of many people. Many people want to use Dwayne Dantès's relationship to gain more access. So, after looking at each other and smiling, he took the initiative to step forward, gave him a hug, and said in a lowered voice:

"Thanks a lot."

The report he submitted to the Dark Saint flashed through Klein's mind, he nodded with a smile, and then asked:

"Do you still like the gift?"

He was referring to the bottle of river valley wine that could be used to make sour cocktails. Although he claimed to be a local specialty bought on the way to the southern continent, he actually just bought it yesterday.

After all, he had been very busy in the Southern Continent and had no time to buy any souvenirs.

"It's great, that's the taste that makes me miss it." Representative Macht said sincerely.

Klein was about to enter the hall when he noticed something was wrong. He glanced at it casually and asked with slight confusion:

"Miss Hazel isn't here?"

…

On the outskirts of the North District, in a sparse forest.

Leonard stretched out his right hand and held down a transparent and blurry wild wolf figure.

The wild wolf whimpered, and the fire in his eyes gradually faded and returned to normal.

Its figure then faded and disintegrated, disappearing in the wind, but it no longer felt violent and bloodthirsty, it was peaceful and calm.

After the Ince Zangwill incident was completely over, Leonard, as a member who had made some achievements, got a promoted position - but Leonard did not feel that he was ready to go further. It seems that he has not accumulated enough merits, but he does not intend to refuse, and speculates that this time the extra generous reward will be the preparation of the church before the war.

It's always good to have more power, it's also convenient when escaping.

Regardless of whether he was ready to leave the church or not, Leonard had no intention of doing anything to his companions.

As soon as he "appeased" the ghost of the wild wolf, an endless gray mist suddenly appeared in front of Leonard's eyes, and the prayers of "The World" Gehrman Sparrow immediately echoed in his ears.

"The Blasphemer" Amon's new whereabouts, he is still in Backlund..." Leonard's eyelids twitched, and his whole body tensed up.

Because Mr. Fool had an order, he did not hesitate and lowered his voice and said:

"Old man, did you see something just now? Did you hear it?"

Pales Zoroaster's slightly older voice immediately sounded:

"No."

"Although I noticed something abnormal, I didn't see anything or hear anything, unless you let me parasitize you at a deeper level and directly control your astral body."

Of course this won't work! Doesn't this mean putting my life in your hands? Hey, wait a minute, let’s put it this way, Mr. Fool’s response was realized through the astral body... Leonard thought for a while, carefully weighed the words and said:

"Old man, Klein told me something through Mr. Fool, saying that he discovered new traces of Amon and asked me to go to Mr. Fool's country to discuss this issue."

"What do you suggest?"

Leonard couldn't help but scratch his head: "...Old man, have you ever had a loved one? Will you convey to him all the big and small things as soon as possible?"

Pales Zoroaster was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and said:

"I have and do care about them, but I don't go to the extent of helping them with anything in the first place."

He did not say more on this topic and returned to Amon: "If he wants to deal with Amon's clone in Backlund, tell him that unless there is a secret blessing, you know the consequences."

The old man took the initiative to say this and gave the preconditions, which meant that there was really a secret blessing and he was willing to cooperate? Leonard's heart moved, and he immediately found a dark corner and prayed to tell "the world" that Klein could do it now.

As for whether it would be dangerous to lose control of the body in the suburbs, Leonard is not worried because he still has an angel with the "stealer" pathway in his body.

Not long after, crimson water surged out in front of his eyes, drowning him.

How many minutes has passed? The response speed is really fast beyond imagination... Leonard couldn't help but think at the moment when he was submerged in the light.

TBC

——————

*Skip the first meeting between Klein and Amon and the death of Jacob's descendants.

The transliteration of "Morning" in Spanish, Amanecer, is similar to "Amanda".

It's strange, why is the kingdom of the goddess of the night near the mountain range named "Morning Light"? Could it be that this place originally belonged to the giants.